Palm Sunday

I went to bed very early last night feeling ill. I didn’t sleep very well and didn’t want to get up when the alarm woke me at 7am. If I had a ‘normal’ job I would have probably phoned in sick. However, that isn’t so simple for a vicar and as I wasn’t at death’s door I got up, made some tea, drank half of it and had a few more minutes of snoozing. I arrived on time for the first of my 3 services. The dramatic reading of Luke’s passion narrative was well received by all 3 congregations. As I reflect on the day though I still feel grotty and hope that tomorrow I will have more energy.